The return of the light makes him squint his eyes, the brightness that would have been welcome in most other situations now hampering him.
He knows where his opponent touched him and he knows that it might be his foe's hubris, announcing the place where the deadly blow will fall- but it might also be all feint, making him guard just the wrong parts of his body.
Readying himself for the strike he lifts his blade, ready to parry, to strike the blade or wrist of the arm that holds it.
Sacrifice!
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He realise his opponent is a shadowdancer a extremly skilled one at that. There was no other way he could have appeared behind him so fast from nowhere had he not used Hograths own shadow. Hearing the sound die out quickly behind him and appear right before his eyes still in momentum away from him. There was a shadowy swirl as the man extended his arms widly with his swords in polar position in is arial whirlwind twirl. It was fast and tremendously forceful. As the blades wirred pass his plated troat he Heard the shrill chiming of riven metal once then twice. He wasn't sure at first but he soon realised his skin had not been cut.
His enflammed blade hissed and sizzled. Bending in his grip. With his back turned and the strong gale his opponent had gravely misjudged the position of his sword. And he had been fast, too fast. He watches the spinning back of the wind rider. It had carved up the gaunt man fully around his spine just below his ribs. circular sprey of blood and gut fluids gashed forth. Still graceful having lost all abilities the rider exploited the momentum by adjusting his arms a he span away and landed on his back his legs spawling towards Hograth, his legs were gravely bowlegged. It was a short, thin man. His helmet was thrown off in the soft landing and he first now saw his face. In his lower therties perhaps no older. His eys had been replaced with black gemstones and a tiny White hand in the center of the black orbs. He was without doubt blind. Getting paler quickly he new that he would die very soon.
His hans relinquished the swords. Rising his right hand looking as if he played with the wind for one last time. "A favourable gale" He said and the hand fell lifeless to the sand.
He had never cared about the dogmatics of Xvim all he ever had wished for was to break free of bounds of the earth. Since he had been recruited so many years ago it remaind no diffrent now. He had done so in each leap and each ride of his mount.
This fight would survive long after the recent events had been settled in the memory of the natives. The Blind Fight or Shadow Dance of Strand Skeil potular titles of songs. Final Flight of Choryn a humourous ballad.
Behind him he hears Cian and the others struggeling with holding the cleric down. Clanking of armour against armour. Would he turn he would see Cian holding his sword in both hands behind the Xvimite priest holding him fast firmly pressed against his body.
His enflammed blade hissed and sizzled. Bending in his grip. With his back turned and the strong gale his opponent had gravely misjudged the position of his sword. And he had been fast, too fast. He watches the spinning back of the wind rider. It had carved up the gaunt man fully around his spine just below his ribs. circular sprey of blood and gut fluids gashed forth. Still graceful having lost all abilities the rider exploited the momentum by adjusting his arms a he span away and landed on his back his legs spawling towards Hograth, his legs were gravely bowlegged. It was a short, thin man. His helmet was thrown off in the soft landing and he first now saw his face. In his lower therties perhaps no older. His eys had been replaced with black gemstones and a tiny White hand in the center of the black orbs. He was without doubt blind. Getting paler quickly he new that he would die very soon.
His hans relinquished the swords. Rising his right hand looking as if he played with the wind for one last time. "A favourable gale" He said and the hand fell lifeless to the sand.
He had never cared about the dogmatics of Xvim all he ever had wished for was to break free of bounds of the earth. Since he had been recruited so many years ago it remaind no diffrent now. He had done so in each leap and each ride of his mount.
This fight would survive long after the recent events had been settled in the memory of the natives. The Blind Fight or Shadow Dance of Strand Skeil potular titles of songs. Final Flight of Choryn a humourous ballad.
Behind him he hears Cian and the others struggeling with holding the cleric down. Clanking of armour against armour. Would he turn he would see Cian holding his sword in both hands behind the Xvimite priest holding him fast firmly pressed against his body.
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Hograth is exhausted and bleeding, the death of his opponent bringing him no joy, not even any relief. He salutes the man with his blade then turns it to lean on it, using it like a walkring stick, extinguishing the flames.
He takes a potion from his belt pouch, quaffs the content to stop his wounds of bleeding- and he pockets the empty bottle carefull without even thinking, his already quite lawful nature showing.
"Well done.", he says to his troops then looks around to survey the scene, asses the casualties and overall situation as he approaches Cian.
Finding the captured priests eyes he stops, silent for now, catching his breath after the battle, his mind still needing time to calm down, a great wearyness spreading through his body as the adrenalin fades.
He takes a potion from his belt pouch, quaffs the content to stop his wounds of bleeding- and he pockets the empty bottle carefull without even thinking, his already quite lawful nature showing.
"Well done.", he says to his troops then looks around to survey the scene, asses the casualties and overall situation as he approaches Cian.
Finding the captured priests eyes he stops, silent for now, catching his breath after the battle, his mind still needing time to calm down, a great wearyness spreading through his body as the adrenalin fades.
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Something told him that the hold this alien deity to this prime was firm yet without exessive force it could all fall apart.
The surge of positive energy is barely felt as the wound closes up. One of their own priests is quick to casta moderate healing spell on him.
There is no bodies exept the two Xvimites. One by the signal fire and the shadow dancer. Three men was tended further away resting their backs against a bole while being tended by a coupe of field clercs. Their armour covered with soot half black half red.
The grey hair fell well over Xvimite priests shoulder and his face was covered in untidy silvery stubble. His black eyes glared hatefully at his captors. He pushed forward but Cian and the two men holding his arms pushed him down prone on the sands and started to shackle his hands behind his back.
The surge of positive energy is barely felt as the wound closes up. One of their own priests is quick to casta moderate healing spell on him.
There is no bodies exept the two Xvimites. One by the signal fire and the shadow dancer. Three men was tended further away resting their backs against a bole while being tended by a coupe of field clercs. Their armour covered with soot half black half red.
The grey hair fell well over Xvimite priests shoulder and his face was covered in untidy silvery stubble. His black eyes glared hatefully at his captors. He pushed forward but Cian and the two men holding his arms pushed him down prone on the sands and started to shackle his hands behind his back.
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Feeling his wounds close he thrusts his blade back into the scabbard. He feels what happens, what this dark deity is doing to this place, to the people that call it home.
Turning his gaze away from the priest he approaches the corpses again and he invokes a prayer of his faith- a Jasidin blessing for the dead that shall protect their souls and ease their passing to whatever afterlife they have to expect.
"Like the Witch-Judge Sebulon the Thirteenth stood against Darkness and Chaos at the Silverspark peaks your soul shall escape the grasp of those who want to devour it. Follow the light like Filmarin the Great on his journey to the maze of the Horde and you will be saved. Take your place with the honoured ancestors and rest in peace."
He finishes, bows his head, then- to honour his faction- gives a Harmonium style salute.
It might be just a silly little act of defiance but he felt it had to be done. For the Harmonium, for himself- to show Xvim he is not absolute, to show the people that their faith is still with them- and that the Harmonium does not bend easily.
Only now he returns his attention to the priest. "Our comrades. The fortress. What do you know?"
Turning his gaze away from the priest he approaches the corpses again and he invokes a prayer of his faith- a Jasidin blessing for the dead that shall protect their souls and ease their passing to whatever afterlife they have to expect.
"Like the Witch-Judge Sebulon the Thirteenth stood against Darkness and Chaos at the Silverspark peaks your soul shall escape the grasp of those who want to devour it. Follow the light like Filmarin the Great on his journey to the maze of the Horde and you will be saved. Take your place with the honoured ancestors and rest in peace."
He finishes, bows his head, then- to honour his faction- gives a Harmonium style salute.
It might be just a silly little act of defiance but he felt it had to be done. For the Harmonium, for himself- to show Xvim he is not absolute, to show the people that their faith is still with them- and that the Harmonium does not bend easily.
Only now he returns his attention to the priest. "Our comrades. The fortress. What do you know?"
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No words was spoken nor heard but his own. There was just the breeze, the Waves and the thunds of metal aginst metal as his comrades held the priest down during his prayer.
His primal side served him well here. He felt a sensation of gratitude coursing through him at the end of the incatation then all is still and tranquil. Defiance to clergy nation was the greatest threat to it and acts like this especially if viewed by others. Perhaps this was how the men at the fortress felt and had acted upon.
The priest was dragged farther up the bank and seated with his back resting against a treestump. In addition to the shackles Cian had winded a rope around him as Hograth walked up. The rest stood in a crescent around him. The wildman in a fit of rage tried to assault the priest but was stopped and held by two Harmonium troopers at each arm his legs kicking wildly in the air as he could in no other way demonstrate his malcontent at leaving the priest alive longer than possible.
His voice dry, raspy and spiteful. "Your commrades that took you here has joined your men at Jacaal. Just as the those before them. The ships in tatters. There is no escape for any of you now. That fortress will fall only death awaits you now like the rest." His black gaze piecing into Hograth's, dictorial despire his position. Unlike the shadowdancer this one was a man following by conviction and promise of power.
One of the troopers approach them holding a murky glass orb in his palm "Measure! Conducted a full search on the eagles. We found this."
His primal side served him well here. He felt a sensation of gratitude coursing through him at the end of the incatation then all is still and tranquil. Defiance to clergy nation was the greatest threat to it and acts like this especially if viewed by others. Perhaps this was how the men at the fortress felt and had acted upon.
The priest was dragged farther up the bank and seated with his back resting against a treestump. In addition to the shackles Cian had winded a rope around him as Hograth walked up. The rest stood in a crescent around him. The wildman in a fit of rage tried to assault the priest but was stopped and held by two Harmonium troopers at each arm his legs kicking wildly in the air as he could in no other way demonstrate his malcontent at leaving the priest alive longer than possible.
His voice dry, raspy and spiteful. "Your commrades that took you here has joined your men at Jacaal. Just as the those before them. The ships in tatters. There is no escape for any of you now. That fortress will fall only death awaits you now like the rest." His black gaze piecing into Hograth's, dictorial despire his position. Unlike the shadowdancer this one was a man following by conviction and promise of power.
One of the troopers approach them holding a murky glass orb in his palm "Measure! Conducted a full search on the eagles. We found this."
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"Calm down, trooper.", he says to the wild man- his voice firm but without edge, reassuring and not without a hint of compassion. "Remember, we are the Harmonium, we treat prisoners according to our rules. It is our code that guides us, gives us strenght- and it is in times like these where we must follow it most diligently."
Hearing the priests words the warmth leaves his eyes again, the half orc's face a cold mask beneath the open helmet, the drying blood barely visible on the scorched plates of his armour, the enamel broken and burnt in the firebombing of the Barracks so long ago.
He lets the priest speak, his answer spoken with a cold, distant voice- yet there is a challenge hidden as well, a spark of defiance shining through. Indeed what he heard is good news- the fortress still holds, has not yet fallen. They still can succeed in their mission- even if they have to find another way.
"We will see. However this battle is not just a struggle with weapons and spells. It is your religion against our ideals... and I have no doubt that the Harmonium will previal. Our strenght lies not in arms alone but also in our dedication to the cause, in the trust in our abilities and our comrades.
You say we are stuck, we will find betrayal and death. I say we will be a thorn in your side and you will regret to pay the price neccessary to take us down. "
He turns to the troopers now, eyes the orb. "What is it?", he asks, eying it curiously.
(( Rolls: LORE 27, SC 13. ))
Hearing the priests words the warmth leaves his eyes again, the half orc's face a cold mask beneath the open helmet, the drying blood barely visible on the scorched plates of his armour, the enamel broken and burnt in the firebombing of the Barracks so long ago.
He lets the priest speak, his answer spoken with a cold, distant voice- yet there is a challenge hidden as well, a spark of defiance shining through. Indeed what he heard is good news- the fortress still holds, has not yet fallen. They still can succeed in their mission- even if they have to find another way.
"We will see. However this battle is not just a struggle with weapons and spells. It is your religion against our ideals... and I have no doubt that the Harmonium will previal. Our strenght lies not in arms alone but also in our dedication to the cause, in the trust in our abilities and our comrades.
You say we are stuck, we will find betrayal and death. I say we will be a thorn in your side and you will regret to pay the price neccessary to take us down. "
He turns to the troopers now, eyes the orb. "What is it?", he asks, eying it curiously.
(( Rolls: LORE 27, SC 13. ))
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The guide made fierce exaggerated gimaces of malcontent coupled with strange guttoral sounds while he shaked his head wildy his white hair and beard lashing back and forth. It remended much of a childs tantrum. He eventually bit his lip and lowered his head and the struggleing ceased still hold by his arms as Hograth spoke.
Unwavering the priest had a resolve of steel. Hograth realise that a priest like this one in a society like the Theocracy of Xvim none commanded greater authority nor received more benefits than men like these.
"The weak diserve to be ruled by a firm hand or they will be slaves to a false mask of freedom. The defiant will be culled. Each generation will see less as they are exterminated as the vermin they are. The population is soon weed completly from those that will resist. The last hold Jacaal will fall and with it the rule of Xvim will be absolute and there will be no place left to run.All will obey." The tone the same harsh and unforgiving.
The trooper tossed the round sphere over to Hograth well aimed and easy to catch. "Found it on the eagle with the fancy reins. Suppose it belong to the prisoner here."
Hograth recognise this device sometimes called a Will Stone storing a visual scene through necromancy.
((a UMD please.))
Unwavering the priest had a resolve of steel. Hograth realise that a priest like this one in a society like the Theocracy of Xvim none commanded greater authority nor received more benefits than men like these.
"The weak diserve to be ruled by a firm hand or they will be slaves to a false mask of freedom. The defiant will be culled. Each generation will see less as they are exterminated as the vermin they are. The population is soon weed completly from those that will resist. The last hold Jacaal will fall and with it the rule of Xvim will be absolute and there will be no place left to run.All will obey." The tone the same harsh and unforgiving.
The trooper tossed the round sphere over to Hograth well aimed and easy to catch. "Found it on the eagle with the fancy reins. Suppose it belong to the prisoner here."
Hograth recognise this device sometimes called a Will Stone storing a visual scene through necromancy.
((a UMD please.))
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He glances from the orb to the priest again. "Your philosophy is flawed. By discarding those you call weak you rob yourself of subtle talents that might be useful one day. By forcing all to obey without thought you smother free thought and creativity.
You will fail- only by accepting the strenghts and weaknesses of each individual, by assigning him a place where he can serve the common good and by providing guidiance and stern advice no strenghts or potentials will be wasted and Harmony and peace can be achieved."
Returning his attention to the orb he focuses on it now- trying to unlock its secrets.
((UMD roll was 9 plus 15 for a total of 24))
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He sense that the orb he holds is empty. Perhaps a spare or created for later use. He have a vague recollection of these orbs being merged with the creators body once the recording are done. Considering the size of the orb there is only so many places it could be hidden in.
"It is your acceptance that is flawed. By allowing weakness you weaken the enitre society. It has to be cut away like any cancerous growth. Those that resist has no place in the line. Breaking the conformity of a empire's desire. Hindering the expansion with their own petty yearnings. One will and one desire every other shall be quelled by merciless might."
"It is your acceptance that is flawed. By allowing weakness you weaken the enitre society. It has to be cut away like any cancerous growth. Those that resist has no place in the line. Breaking the conformity of a empire's desire. Hindering the expansion with their own petty yearnings. One will and one desire every other shall be quelled by merciless might."